At the heart of fire, when embers hide below ashes,
you may confess to yourself earthling animal:
I am no longer the same
I am no longer the one I ardently desired to be
worse I am no longer the one capable of me
- capable of truly becoming my truest desire -
I am no longer burning in peace
reshaping powers and potentialities
ergo, I do not know whether and how I can still touch you
on the flammable edge
roses within gardens within forests
a wind blows
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